Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2012 20:36:55 -0500 From: J L Subject: Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 3 Becoming a Spartan, Chapter 3 By JLarsen spartaguy23@gmail.com DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of fiction. To my knowledge, no school like Sparta College exists. As the story continues, it may contain descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a involving an adult and underage boys and girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic upsetting or offensive, then please leave now. If you enjoy the story, please let me know. Your comments are highly encouraged and appreciated. Email me at spartaguy23@gmail.com Author's Note: This story is the property of the author JLarsen. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but cannot be reposted. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation so that we can continue to enjoy sharing and reading these stories. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Chapter 3 This summer had been a difficult one for my girlfriend Mia and me. I was obviously going to an all male school that did not have a sister school that was a possibility for her to be close to where I would be going. There were several rules of Sparta that would make it even harder to maintain a relationship: there were no cars allowed for underclassmen and we had been told not to plan to leave the campus until Thanksgiving. We were on a collision course to a breakup, but neither one of us wanted to address it. Mia and I had been dating since our junior year. She was beautiful, with long blonde hair on a swimmer's body. After dating for two years, I thought we would have been having sex, but Mia didn?t feel comfortable going all the way. We had been naked together countless times, exploring each other?s bodies, but she was adamant that my hard dick wouldn?t enter her virgin pussy. A couple of months after we started dating, she did start going down on me. I think she did it more out of obligation than really enjoying it. Of course it felt good, how could it not, but she was nowhere near as good as Erik. Mia's blow jobs tended to be her more or less putting her mouth on my cock and not much else. Over the time we dated, I was able to coach her into being a bit better at it, but it was pretty obvious, that it wasn't something she liked to do, but she knew that if I wasn't getting at least some action, we likely would have broke up a long time ago. So, we settled into a fairly predictable sexual pattern with unspoken rules and boundaries that I no longer tried to extend. I could play with and use my tongue on her tits, but not her pussy. I could use my fingers to play with her clit, but neither my tongue nor my fingers couldn't penetrate her. Not to brag, but I was considered a pretty good catch. People often told me that I was very good looking. The business Erik's and my dad owned was very successful. I was a decent student, but hadn't really applied myself to my academics as much as I could. My dad had said it would have been better to get A's, but B's at the prep school I attended were not bad. Erik was in a similar girlfriend situation. We both had made it through high school without getting properly laid. From what he said, his girlfriend Jenny was a more enthusiastic cocksucker than Mia, but wouldn't go all the way either. Erik had also progressed to going down on Jenny, which he said was great. Unfortunately for him, after she would shake with orgasm, having just gone down on her made him even more eager to put his hard cock into her very wet pussy. But she was adamant. It wasn't going to happen. We often laughed about how the girls said they didn't want to lose their virginity while still in high school. Given what they had already done with us, could they really claim to still be virgins? But we recalled what we talked about those years ago at the ski condo with our dads. You only did what the other person was open and agreeable to do. Erik and I also discussed what our fathers had said regarding the emotional side of things. We liked the girls and enjoyed being around them. We had a good time and never really argued over things, but neither of us could really say that we were in love. It was two weeks before Erik and I would report to school. Classes didn't start for another two weeks after we reported. My dad said he couldn't tell me a lot about what would happen in the first two weeks of school, but it would be a lot of physical exercise. The closest thing he could compare it to was basic training in the military, but he doubted that most military recruits could make it through Sparta. Of course, that served to spur Erik and me on to more training. Erik and I had been looking forward to a one week camping trip with our brothers and dads. We would be leaving that Saturday morning. Mia, Jenny, Erik and I were at one of the favorite hangouts for high school kids early Thursday evening. Erik and I arrived and went to the booth where we knew the girls would be. The conversation was casual, but there was an obvious tension in the air. We all knew that our lives were about to change forever and it likely entailed that the changes wouldn't involve the four of us staying as a foursome who had spent most of the last year double dating and doing a lot of things together. As the food we had ordered arrived, it seemed almost as if by pre-arranged signal, the girls started a definite line of conversation. "I still don't understand why you two are going to this small college that no one has ever heard of," said Jenny. "I asked the guidance counselor about it and he said that it isn't even accredited. You two could go to a better school and we could all stay together." "Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful. I bet you could still get in at State," chimed in Mia. Erik and I exchanged looks. We had covered this ground before with the girls. Even though we had to admit that we didn't know many of the details of what college life at Sparta would be like, we wouldn't consider not going. We maintained our silence hoping the conversation would move onto another topic. "When we went on our visit last year, everything on campus was so great," continued Jenny. "There are so many things to do and be involved in. I just don't get why you guys would want to go to such a small school. There just can't be the same opportunities." "I know," added in Mia in what was obviously a rehearsed dialogue. "If we all went together we could pledge the same houses. The fraternities have great alumni networks. I am sure that they would help you in a career as much as the alums from Sparta." Something inside my head clicked at that point. "We have been together for two years and you have no idea who I am," I said with an intensity that surprised the other three. "If you had actually listened to me talk about what I want do with my life, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I want to go to Sparta. I have told you since we started dating that I looked forward to it. I trust my dad and his advice that Sparta will prepare me for adulthood better than anything else I could possibly do. Were you not paying attention all of those times or have just chosen to ignore what I was saying?" "Luke, that isn't fair," said Jenny. "Erik has said all of those same things, but come on you guys, it doesn't make sense. You can get into any school you want. Your parents can obviously pay for it. Why would two guys with as much going for you as you two have waste your time at a school like Sparta?" I know she meant it as compliment and that the two girls really did have our best interest at heart, but the effect was the opposite. Erik and I exchanged a look of complete understanding without having to say a word. "You know, I felt this was coming on for awhile, but you just made the decision a lot more clear," I said. "I would have preferred to do this someplace else, but it doesn't really matter. Mia, it's over. Enjoy State, enjoy your sorority, enjoy your activities. You won't have to worry about having a boyfriend at another school." "I'm not sure how you thought this would play out," Erik added, "but if you thought we would all of the sudden have a revelation and say 'Oh, my god you're right, we should change schools so we don't miss out on any of these wonderful things you are talking about', you didn't think it through very well. Enjoy your freshman year." We threw some money on the table and walked out. The girls started to call after us, but must have realized they had indeed had a flawed strategy. "Well, that was bound to happen at some point this summer," I said as we walked to my car. "I always felt there was something lacking in the relationship and now I have the answer. She was more in love with the idea of who I was rather than who I really was." Before we had much time to think about it, we left with our brothers and dads for annual summer trip. It seemed that our camping trips had always been earlier in the summer. This trip was in the early part of August. As we pulled into the gated camp, we could see a few more vehicles than we had encountered in the past. Anticipating my question, my dad said, "Later in the summer is reserved for families with older boys." Setting up camp was as efficient as usual. As we headed off to the shower building, we could see a group of four younger men walking toward us. They had their towels over their shoulders, but were as naked as we were. As we got closer, they seemed familiar, especially the one on the outer left. As we met, the one seeming the most familiar to me made the connection. "Hey, it's the families who shower together. Are you here for the week?" he asked. It was the group of guys we had met in the shower a couple of years before. "Yep, here all week," replied Mr. Mauer. "We are in the second site on the left. We eat breakfast at 7:30. If you are up, come on over for pancakes." "Looks like we are neighbors. If breakfast is at 7:30, we'll be up," the younger guy grinned. "See you in the morning." I wasn't sure what I thought about having other people in close proximity to our camp. The nudity and mildly sexual atmosphere seemed completely appropriate with just the families. It was second nature and we didn't give it a second thought. Obviously, these guys were comfortable with the nudity, but I wasn't sure if it would be as comfortable with some strangers among us. Looking around the shower room, it struck me that we were fast becoming more a group of six men, as opposed to two men and four boys. Erik and I had turned 18 in October and November, respectively. Jared and Tim were a little over a year behind us, celebrating their 17th birthdays in November and December. We were a pretty impressive group of guys. Each set of brothers looked like slightly smaller versions of their fathers. All of us had athletic builds. The dads still worked out daily and it showed. We younger boys were growing into ourselves. Erik and I had both grown a little over inch in our senior year, I was 6' 1" and Erik right at 6 feet tall. We were able to look our dads square in the eyes. The younger boys were still a couple of inches shorter, but catching up quickly. Our fathers still had much more muscle development, but Erik and I had the hard bodies of 18 year old athletes. I gazed lower and judged that Erik and I had caught up to our fathers in terms of dick size. It might have been youthful bravado, but I thought if we were all hard, I would win the big dick contest among the four of us. Coming in at close to 8" when hard, I knew mine was slightly bigger than Erik's, a bit thicker and longer, but his was certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. After the years of exploring each other's bodies, I had always been a bit bigger and it was the running joke that his being a month behind meant he would never really catch up to me. Our brothers were also rapidly catching up to us in terms of body development and cock size. It would be interesting in a couple of years to see where we all ended up relative to each other. Back in camp, we were relaxing around the fire and I started to do some mild stretching. Erik and I had done several circuits of weight training earlier in the day before we had left and I was feeling it. "Little bit sore?" asked Mr. Mauer "Yea, I may have overdone it a bit yesterday," I answered. "You and dad have struck the fear of god into us, so we are pushing it pretty hard at the gym. My shoulders and legs are a bit tight." "Get the lotion. I bet I can get those kinks worked out for you," replied Erik's dad. I went into the tent and returned with blanket to spread on the ground and some after sun lotion. "Start off laying face down," ordered Mr. Mauer. As soon as I was on the ground, he straddled me resting his weight just behind my ass. His fingers were strong and he obviously knew what he was doing. The muscles in my shoulders started to relax and feel better than they had in a long while. As he worked on my shoulders and upper back, I could feel his dick rubbing against my butt crack. It only added to the great sensations I was feeling. I wasn't sure, but it felt like his dick was getting harder with each thrust. My dick was starting to stir and grow hard as well. He had finished my back and got up and knelt between my legs. As he did, he moved my legs further apart so he had room to kneel between them. He began to massage my butt. Erik and I had traded rub downs over the years, but they were nothing like this. It was as if Erik's dad had been a massage therapist earlier in life. He moved from my ass down to my legs, working his hands all the way around my legs, casually touching my low hanging balls in the process. It took me back to when he applied the sun tan lotion on a previous trip. I couldn't tell if he was purposely feeling them as well, but he certainly wasn't doing anything to avoid them. He got a bit more lotion and his strong hands went back up to my ass. He massaged my cheeks, spreading them apart, baring my hole. The lotion made his hands easily slide all over my ass. His technique was marvelous. His fingers would spread my cheeks as his thumbs would trace down my crack down to my hole. I felt my ass involuntarily rising up to meet his strokes. I moaned quietly as his thumb massaged that sensitive spot between my ass and ball sack. My cock was rock hard. I was silently thankful I was on my stomach. We didn't hide our hard ons in camp, but they weren't caused by the touch of one of our campmates, especially my best friend's dad. I was enjoying the feeling immensely. 'Okay, done with that side, turn over and let me get the front," said Mr. Mauer. He moved out of the way so I could easily roll over. "Oh well," I thought and turned over keeping my eyes closed. It would be easier if I didn't see his reaction. "Nice boner," he joked. "Clint, I think he might finally have you beat in the size department." I kept my eyes closed hoping the conversation would move onto something else. He straddled my mid section with his ass planted right over my hard dick. The massage moved onto my chest. I had worked with weights all through high school, so my chest was very well developed. The strong hands working me over were great. His hands went over my nipples and it felt nice. A slight sigh escaped my lips. My nipples were always evident, but now, they were definitely sticking out wanting to be noticed. The next instant, both nipples were between his thumb and finger and he was squeezing hard. It was like a bolt of electricity raced from my nipples to my dick. I arched my back and involuntarily thrust my pelvis up. I could feel my dick push into his ass crack. I could hear both my dad and Mr. Mauer chuckle slightly. The nipple tweak was apparently the end of the massage, as I felt the pressure of his weight come off my body. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I wasn't the only one with a raging hard on. Mr. Mauer was kneeling over me, his hard dick not far from my face. It looked like the dick I had sucked so often in similar circumstances, I had to remind myself that it wasn't Erik, but his dad and that I shouldn't raise my mouth to it and take it in. He seemed to hesitate for a minute almost sensing what I was thinking, but then stood up displaying his hard on for whoever happened to be looking. Erik and my dad had been watching the massage and each had mild boners as well. Mr. Mauer took another squirt of the lotion and tossed it to me. "Well, I certainly won't be able to get to sleep unless I take care of this," said Erik's dad as he knelt next to me and started to stroke his cock. Still lying down, I took some lotion and started to do the same. Erik and my dad had been unconsciously stroking as they had been watching the massage, but now they started in earnest. Jared and Tim had been on the other side of the fire and had missed the show. Now, they came over to see what was going on. They were greeted with what had to an interesting sight. Dad and Erik on chairs next to each other stroking their hardening cocks. I was lying on the blanket stroking my raging hard on and Erik's dad kneeling next to me doing the same. Jared and Tim's dicks immediately began springing to life. Dad was first to stand up and shoot a stream of white toward the fire and onto the ground. Erik barely had time to stand up before he blasted off. Mr. Mauer seemed to be staring at my cock as he continued to stroke, the younger boys at his side. It was quite a view looking up seeing three sets of balls swinging in motion with their hands stroking their cocks. Erik's dad started moaning and soon several jets of hot jism shot out of his cock and hit me square on the chest. The younger boys took a step forward thinking the older man had set an example and both blasted their loads onto me as well. As the first shot of the boys' cum hit me, I yelled out and convulsed in one of the strongest orgasm I can remember. It felt like I would never stop cumming. Breaking the silence the silence and tension, my dad said, "Well, that was certainly fun. Boys, since you made 2/3rds of the mess, get the wash clothes and clean Luke off. I don't think he is any condition to move for a few minutes." Tim and Jared got the damp towels we used for showering and began to clean up the cum. They giggled slightly as wiped off my cock and I shivered slightly at their touch.